I’m not as sure as you. [He gently chides again, grabbing a glass from the drying rack he was working on and filling it with water as Killua climbs- with undue difficulty- into a stool. He sets it down in front of him, then goes to find some kind of bread.]

Well, still. This soaks stuff up better when you’re sick, so it should probably be fine.

[He drops an end of a baguette in front of him, and then leans back across the island from him.]

...Don’t take advantage.... [He pouts a little- but it makes him feel a little warm, hearing that...]